Would you like a career in the exciting, fast-paced world of professional football? Sure, we all would!
It's a job that doesn't require a fancy degree or well-polished resume, but it does require the ability to endure public humiliation when you inevitably stumble.
The NFL Rich Owner's Club is full of folks whose long-term memories are surgically removed via high-tech lasers as soon as they obtain (or inherit) their clubs. If there's one thing they love to do, it's hire. And fire. And hire. And fire. And hire, hire, hire, and fire, fire, fire.
This week is firin' week. The last Sunday of football hasn't even kicked off, and the bloodletting has already begun.
The list of the doomed is growing longer by the hour and now appears to include the following:
- Mike Martz, Detroit Lions offensive coordinator, looks to be out in Detroit, with the attendant humiliation. The one-time head coach of Greatest Show on Turf will now be replaced by a guy named "Kippy".
- San Francisco head coach Mike Nolan, whose team is now stretching in front of me on the field at Cleveland Browns Stadium, will probably have to dump his entire offensive coaching staff and replace Alex Smith with a QB who doesn't suck in order to keep his job.
- Jason Kline, Mansfield News-Journal columnist, will likely be hounded out of any future sports coverage opportunities to having the unmitigated gall to mention the OBR in his column today. Fool!
- The Tuna is calling the shots down in Miami, which means that everyone is now allowed to poke fun at Cam Cameron and they don't have to return his phone calls. The only way he could get less respect now is to become a blogger or, worse, the chunky niche publisher of an independent pro football web site.
- Rich McKay: Doomed. Doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed. Doomed. Totally doomed.
More tales of doom and public humliation to arrive shortly.